Lyrics:
roll up (as lib nah nah nah)
They don't want it no more
Got em screaming aye when a nigga ride by
They like thats that nigga tre with they hands in
the money in the mattress
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress
Bitch jumped off the porch (yeah), you niggas with
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
Strike it up if judah sticks
The brass band, hold hands
Right across the new land
Have an accent pay your
the evil of days that have brewed
By his commandments and statues
Never let go of his values
Never let go
Hold on
This is your life
Roll strong
Put
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
of the guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry that guy someday
If you want
of the guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry that guy someday
If you want
its gone be alright
Trynna make enough bands get my moms a flight
She said how you know that they won't take your life
Just to keep it 100 they just
And that, good people, is why
he got all cute and dropped by
With (sixty elephants, llamas galore) for real?
(With his bears and lions, a brass band
the day I was made
Here comes, here comes, here comes the big parade
Throw me somethin' mister
I wanna dance with your sister
Brass bands marchin' by
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
whaddaya talk,
5th Salesman
Where do you get it?
3rd Salesman
Gone, gone
Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn,
gone with the sugar barrel pickle
society's got -
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well
on by
Nobody will stop me
Ooh
Come take my hand
Let's start the show
Strike up the band
And you'll see
Everybody wants
Everybody wants
Roll
Ridin shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie
I call her Kami, that short for kamikaze
She call me Daddy
And never short with Daddy money
It's Weezy Baby,
on the hull with his apprentice lad,
He'd served his time with the older man, some say it was his dad.
200 men upon the shift but when the day is done,
bands
Ima get more numm
I ain't got no cares
I ain't got no friends
Ima get more bands, bands numm
Ass will keep titanic a float
Drown in a river or by
to cope!
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods
of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,
from the waves and sand I, I need a rock to stand by
I need some bands on standby
In Atlanta with my bro dem
The only thing constant is change
I
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly,
but you can keep time with me.
Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
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